Katrina's POV
A beautiful house lay before me, I was laughing and running away from my best friend, Terri, she laughed and followed behind me with an outstretched hand to tag me. I squealed and rolled to the side in the soft grass before jumping back onto my feet. It would've been a pretty cool move too if on the getting back to my feet after the roll I hadn't stepped on my shoelace and fell forwards, landing face first in the grass. I spit out the grass from my mouth and looked to my now grass stained jeans. Mother wouldn't be happy with my pants. I felt her pat my back and dart off with a loud "Tag!!"
"No fair!!" I screamed behind her," I fell! that's cheating!" I got up and ran after her, curse my clumsiness.
That's when I heard the alarm and I groaned. No, it couldn't be time to get up. It seemed the Mier could steal everything away from me... even my happy dreams. I got up and looked around to the others. The others in black had already leapt to their feet and began robotically putting on their clothes. It disgusted me... their spirits may be broken and their hopes for leaving this place smashed to pieces, but I promised myself I'd never let go of hope. I couldn't. I got out of bed with a groan and began changing, I felt eyes on me but I shook it off. Just get dressed, I told myself. I just couldn't shake off the feeling though, after I pulled on my pants I turned around to see the eyes that had been on my body. I tried not to stare at the amazingly attractive man in front of me.
I never thought there could ever be a man that attractive in front of me. I had to turn and do a drool check, but I acted as if I was just trying to cool off my anger. I turned back around to look at his wide blue eyes and shaggy, dark brown hair. He was certainly something desired by many girls. I'd take my mother's advise and play hard to get despite the fact that every part of me wanted to fall over him right then and there and beg him to ask me out. I knew from his labeled bunk he was the new eleven, the old eleven had unfortunately been obliterated in the testing of the time machine. Too bad really, but if this new hot eleven was his new replacement was it horrible of me to be thankful?
"What are you looking at Number Eleven?" I asked, crossing my arms and raising my eyebrow. I was trying my best not to get giddy at this hot boy's attention. He looked at me with wide eyes as if I asked the hardest question in the world.
"I... I... you." He whimpered back in his deep voice, good he didn't have a high pitched voice. I tried not to smile at his whimpering and I looked into his baby blue eyes with my green blue ones. They seemed inferior to his to me though. They had so many tints to them, I longed to be nearer to see all the details in them, but thankfully I snapped out of it to still act mad.
"Well, you should probably ask a girl her name before you watch her change." I told him acting very offended, then I realized that may sound a little desperate so I corrected," No.. that's not right, you should probably wait until you know her more before you stare at her." I smiled a little, that sounded a lot cooler in my head.
"Yeah, fair enough, so what is your name?" He asked me and looked at me expectantly, I was about to reply before I saw his hand reach out to lean against the bar of the bunk and miss it completely. I tried not to laugh at his shock and embarrassment when he caught and corrected himself. " I meant to do that." He told me in that hot, deep voice that made me melt every time I heard it. That made me comfortable enough to flirt.
"Oh did you now?" I asked him in my best attractive voice and giggle as I stepped closer leaning my head close to his ear. He smelled like pine and lemon, I had to reply before I looked like a creep smelling his hair. "The name is Katrina." I whispered and tried not to squeal as my lips brushed his ear. I had a feeling he might awaken me again. Renew my old fire that was slowly dying.
My Organized List of pros and cons for getting involved with a boy
Pro: He might make me happy, considering happiness hasn't been a feeling I've felt in a long time. Approximately 3 years, 12 days.
Con: He's a boy, and boys are difficult to deal with.
Pro: He might be nice to have around for a potential escape. I'd need the manpower.
Con: He's a boy, who knows how he'd respond to any of this.
Pro: He's really adorable.
I took my seat after I had gotten my breakfast. A small biscuit with a sliver of white gravy on top of the split biscuits along with grapes and five celery sticks. A reasonable breakfast if I do say so myself... and I do. He studied my food before giving me a small smile. "You're eating healthy." He commented and I gave him my best serious face," You should too, they're going to start monitoring your calorie count." I warned him and he just gave a warm chuckle," You're cute when you're serious." he told me and I fought off the blush.
"You won't be laughing when they pick what you're going to eat." I told him in the same serious tone.
"No I won't, but I better eat my junk food before I do have to go through that." He told me with another warm chuckle that seemed to warm me as well.
"You never told me your name." I told him and looked to him expectantly," Mother not teach you how to give a polite introduction?" I cracked a joke.
"The name is Brent." Brent told me and nudged my side," So mean, I could cry." he grinned and looked over me. "You sure you don't want some of my soda, Kat?" He offered the beverage I haven't touched in two years.
"No thank you." I told him and sipped my water. " You'd better start stuffing your face we have combat class next." I told him and took a little bite of celery. He gave me a mischievous grin and stuffed his cheeks with so much of the biscuit that his cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk's. "That's not what I meant and you know it." I scolded him and he, with some difficulty, swallowed the biscuit. He chuckled and gave my side another nudge," loosen up, Kat." he told me. I felt sparks at his touch and fought off a smile. " My name is Katrina." I scolded again, I wanted him to call me Kat though... just wanted to give him a hard time. Brent shook his head," You are something Kitty." he told me with a sly smile. He had found another nickname. "You're impossible, Brent." I sighed and tried to look mad. He just gave me a goofy grin. " I know, but so are you."
